Kelly levels with Remi.

A few horribly awkward seconds passed as Kelly Reardon stared across the room to Remi, the older woman rubbing her wife's rear end. None of the three women in the room made a sound. Mrs. Reardon didn't even blink.

After that awkward silence, Kelly sighed and rolled her eyes. "Are you really going to make me spell it out for you? How brusque." Apparently her frustrations weren't enough to make her abandon her ambitions, though, because she didn't tell Remi to get out. "Alright... Remi." Mrs. Reardon read the maid's name off of the tag pinned to her chest. "My wife has been very, very naughty. As you can tell, I have been punishing her for that. But if she's ever going to learn her lesson, it can't come from a place of love. She needs a young and attractive stranger to punish her."

Another awkward silence as Remi still struggled with what sort of strange shit she had stumbled upon.

"Or to fuck her," Kelly added. "I don't particularly care. I just want to watch." She slapped her wife lightly on the ass, and Remi could have sworn that she heard a giggle from the bent-over Mrs. Reardon who had yet to lift her head up from her position.

Remi opened her mouth and found that she was unable to speak. Why was this ship so damn strange? All the guests seemed to be complete loonies.